Can We Try, Again, Please?...
Part 3
previously...
...The small brunette walked along the Seine River, attempting to calm her frayed nerves. The breeze and the mild rustling of the blueish-greenish-gray water assisted beautifully as a balm from the events that had transpired a bit earlier in the morning. And as Maggie crept along watching the people; lovers strolling by arm~n~arm, she couldn't help but think about Bianca. Wondering if she was really doing as well as all those over-priced Parisian gossip rags said she was. She knew she wasn't, she was miserable; even after all these months, she couldn't get over her, couldn't move on from the life that she and the curvaceous brunette shared along with their little Munchie. ...
...Once Maggie fed Miranda and gave her her bath they went back upstairs to awaken their own version of Sleeping Beauty.
Splank! "Muhm Mauma," went the sound of the littlest brunette's hand when it struck the side of her mommy's face and a sweet purr as she called out to her mommy, "Ow! Ah, hi baby," Bianca cooed to her daughter then threw a loving smile to her lover, "Good morning," the sleepy brunette offered, her large expressive orbs flickering open then shutting again as she released a dreamy sigh and a heartfelt smile at the two women in her life.
"Oh, sweetie, not so hard," Maggie said warmly gently taking the little girl's hand and kissing it as she eyed the dark haired woman with love and a hearty, "Goood mornin' to you too, sleepy head, and it's about time you woke up, most of the morning is gone," the shorter woman stated, displaying her very sexy lop-sided grin as she sat on the edge of the bed with the munchkin nestled in her lap.
Sitting up in the bed, her elbows holding her in support. Bianca couldn't help the slow all consuming smile that invaded the lower half her face. She was just so damned happy. She had her daughter safely back in her life as well as the woman of her dreams. Everything she's always wanted and needed right there in front of her; within arms reach. ...
...The petite brunette didn't even have to finish her statement, "Yes, of course I'll watch our daughter while you take your shower. It's just to bad the munchie is awake...we could...," gracing Maggie with a seductive smile.
Clearing her throat before replying, "Yeah, that've been nice, very nice," the pint-sized doctor in training perked out leaning in and sensually kneading the taller woman's forearm as her sienna colored eyes melded with dark chocolate ones, expressing ~ everything they both felt for each other all at once. The tiny brunette scooting in closer as Bianca also moved forward with the munchie situated lovingly in the middle, both women angling their body's for a much needed passion-filled good morning...
...Kiss on the forehead brought a pleasant sigh to the brunette as she turned slightly to lean into it a bit more, then tried to shake the memory of the dream she'd just had about her ex, and how happy they once were, before she gave her current girlfriend a proper kiss on the lips then brought a weak yet affectionate smile to her face. ...
i don't know why i can't get over you...
"Hey, good morning," wiping the sleep from her eyes, "what time is it?" The brunette inquired with a friendly ember. "It's just about 8 am. How'd you sleep...you looked pretty peaceful, if I do say so myself." The lanky blonde said gently pushing back some stray hairs from the brunette's face. Bianca didn't answer right away, she needed a few seconds to figure out exactly what to say to her girlfriend. 'I mean can I tell you I had a dream about my ex? The very ex that totally broke my heart and destroyed our family, the ex that I spent months, months trying to get over...getting over, but deep in my soul will never be over. Can I tell you that, Reese.' Bianca mused to herself thoughtfully then proceeded to tell the biggest lie imaginable. "I was dreaming about us, honey ~ you and me," Bianca said in a weak voice and a forced smile.
Maggie found herself sitting on one of the few concrete benches that were placed close to the river bank, not quite sure how she got there, but pleased that she did, because she was still reeling from that incredibly wonderful flashback from a few moments ago. So much so that she thought she might pass out from simply remembering what a beautiful life she, the brunette and the ruler of both women's heart's, the Miss Miranda "Munchie" Montgomery shared.
"Bonjour, Maggie," a voice spoke with a delicate french accent, as the short haired brunette looked up, "I...I, excuse moi, I didn't mean to bother you, I saw you sitting here... by yourself and thought I'd say hello to you, but it seems that you we-"
Maggie timidly cut the woman off by gesturing to her to sit down, taking a slight breath, "Hey, Mizette, how are you? Ya know I'd been meaning to call you after our date last week. I just... I suppose I just got caught up with classes and work." Maggie wasn't lying she had been busy with work and school but she was also very aware that Mizette was interested in her for more than just a few laughs and a couple of rolls in the hay, and no matter how good that might be and Maggie was sure that they would be; Maggie is a hellava good lover, every woman; and in her past man, she'd been with sexually thought so...told her so... including the love of her life. But, Maggie's heart wasn't really into being with any other woman except Bianca and in her mind and her own self inflicted battered and bruised heart there wouldn't be anyone else for her but Bianca Christine Montgomery, regardless of how hard she tried to get over her, the doe-eyed voluptuous brunette that she first laid eyes on nearly six years ago was not one you could get over easily or otherwise.
Watching her daughter pick at her breakfast and being concerned because Miranda wasn't eating and actually looked kind of sad, asked, "Sweetie, are you okay, what's wrong ~ you don't like the pancakes Reese made for you?"
The little girl looked at the semi-fluffy cakey items on her plate then looked to her mother then the cook of the meal in question then back to her mom, then quietly said, "They look different than the ones Ma~the other lady made," Miranda spoke in soft voice then shrugged. Miranda remembered who Maggie was, she couldn't forget her other mommy. But she also knew how sad her mommy would get any time she mentioned Maggie's name, quite astute for a little girl, but Miranda was Bianca's daughter, very sensitive and aware of other people's feelings.
Bianca didn't know what to say to that but Reese caught an instant attitude at the mention of the brunette's ex. Bianca seeing the hurt and anger in the dark blonde's eyes and trying to cut off any unnecessary argument before it can start. "Reese, honey, Miranda was just saying that um, she's not used to pancakes without the smiley face, right sweetie?" The somewhat frazzled brunette slightly coaxing her little girl into agreeing with the sentiment, which was true but also a cheap attempt at once again avoiding the obvious where her feelings for Maggie were concerned.
"Bianca, you shouldn't use Miranda to try and avoid the subject of Maggie?" Reese hated even speaking Bianca's ex's name. She knew that although Bianca denied it vehemently Maggie still held a special place in the brunette's heart. It was evident every time someone would bring up Maggie's name, the look in Bianca's eye; the hurt, confusion and yes, the love. Even Reese knew that Bianca still loved Maggie deeply, but she also believed that in time she could win the brunette over completely. Although they had only been together; as a couple, for two months and only dated briefly; one month to be exact, before officially becoming an item. Reese knew about Bianca's past loves, it was public knowledge with the dark haired beauty being the head of Cambias Industries and the daughter of the internationally known business woman, Erica Kane. But like the other women in Bianca's past Reese got to know Bianca and fell in love with who she was, as a person in her own right, not the celebrity version of Bianca Montgomery but the real woman, every pimple and blemish, so to speak.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about Reese," the brunette stumbled over her statement as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and heaved herself from her chair to go over to the cabinet and retrieve the squeeze tube of strawberry preserve that she purchased at the grocers yesterday then walked to the other side of the table where her daughter was sipping on her orange juice; seemily oblivious to what the two women were specifically talking about, although it was a safe bet it was Maggie, especially since that blonde woman kept saying her name.
"Come on, Bianca, you know good and damned well what I'm talking about. It's about your constant avoidance in talking about...your ex!" The oddly shaped woman hurled out.
"Well, you know what, Reese, for starters I'd appreciate you not cursing in front of my daughter and I'd also prefer if you wouldn't raise your voice at me over a subject that's so far removed from the present," the brunette said in a mildly shaky voice.
The blonde woman was now livid. She just wanted Bianca to be honest about her feelings for Maggie, instead of pretending that she never existed. "Okay, Bianca, if you don't want to talk about her then fine, we won't." The blonde calming down some, thinking maybe a little reverse psychology would do the trick.
"Good. I...I told you that I was over her when we decided to become a couple," a deep meaningful breath, "and I am. Mag~Maggie's my past," moving toward the other woman, "and you're my present and hopefully future, Reese," Bianca said gently offering a warm gaze, then continued,... "I only want to be with you, okay." Bianca ended her statement giving the blonde a warm smile and a loving peck on the cheek before turning her attention back to her daughter and her thoughts back the one person to whom was responsible for this little verbal scrimmage in the first place, the soon to be Dr. Maggie Stone.
"Are you sure I'm not disturbing you, Maggie. I can go and we ca~"
Interceded by the short haired brunette, "No, Mizette, I...I'm sorry, stay, please, I'm just a little preoccupied by everything I've got to get done within the next two days then on Wednesday I have my ACGME Competencies mid-term. And my first class in about an hour," Looking down at her watch, the one Bianca had given to her for their 6 month anniversary over a year and a half ago...
..."Hey, baby, I'm home," the short auburn haired woman calling out to her girlfriend, then all of the sudden she spotted it; a small orange pouch on the coffee table, "what's this?" Maggie said aloud to herself, or so she thought, her girlfriend was hiding behind the accent wall that led into the semi-formal dining area. The little woman's curiosity getting the better of her; she couldn't resist going over to the bright colored item, the color she liked most of all. Picking up the little suede bag and looking around the room to see if Bianca was anywhere within eye shot; seeing she wasn't, she then began prying the pouch open with her thumb and index finger questioning herself, "Now what could you be, muhm?" Working the item out of the pouch and realizing that whatever this thing is was wrapped in yet another heavier suede cloth.
"Okay B, what on earth is this? The small woman mused to herself yet again as she started unraveling the velvety material. Once the item was revealed a loud roar of joy was heard thru-out the penthouse, "Bianca, Baby, where are you, I need to see, right now!" The older woman squealed cheerfully as she ogled the somewhat unique piece of jewelry then rushed toward the stairs only to be stop by the sound of her other half's gentle voice, "Hey sexy, where're ya goin'?" Bianca said playfully watching Maggie turn around, greeting her at the bottom step. "Hi, baa~bee," moving closer to the brunette, "is this delicious piece of bling bling pour moi and what's the occasion? Maggie said excitedly, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's neck, waiting for an answer as Bianca reciprocated by placing her arms around her waist. Then before the dark haired woman could reply Maggie leaned in and proceeded to lay a slow raunchy kiss on her girlfriend and lover while the unique bobble dangling in one hand as her other fingers on her other hand teased the the hairs on the back the brunette's neck.
Pulling away from the enthralling kiss, "Mmmm, so I take it you like your gift," catching her breath, "and it's for our six month anniversary? Bianca said in a sweet and mildly seductive voice. "Aww babe, I didn't get you anything and I love it. It must have set you back a pretty penny? The auburn haired woman cooed eyeing the item again before lavishing the brunette with another kiss. "Mmmuh...I can really get use to this, and I'm not telling you how much it cost, Bianca smirked then ran her tongue along Maggie's bottom lip, "and stop asking how much the things cost that I buy for you, because you...and Miranda mean more to me than all the money in the world, okay. And I don't need anything, but you and our daughter, ya got it? The brunette ended her declaration with a lingering gaze followed by a deep passionate kiss.
"Wow! that was," shaking her head trying to regain her composure, "incredible, you're incredible, thank you soo much, baby, for my gift. And yes, honey, I got it. You're saying that the Munchie and I mean more to you than all the tea in China, than all the chocolate in Belguim, than all the watches in Switzerland," Maggie's response was her typical obscure self and Bianca loved her all the more for it. "Yes. Good. Now let me see it on you," the taller woman lovingly demanded. Bringing Maggie arms from around her neck then placing the timepiece on her left wrist, "It looks beautiful on you, sweetheart. It's just perfect for you," the brunette said with an abundance of love and adoration for the older woman. "You're perfect for me," the tanned woman said as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and graced her lovers lips once more with an earth~shattering kiss. "Whoa! Now that...was Amazing!" Bianca said in lustful exciting voice then tilted her head to the left and gave a long loving gaze to her soul~mate before diving in for yet another exuberant kiss. ...
"Maggie...Maggie, are you alright?" Mizette asked with concern as she touched the smaller woman's forearm. The little brunette glancing over at the other woman, whom looked so much like her ex it was scary.
"Oh yeah, I...I'm okay. I guess I kinda zoned out there, huh?
"Oui, a little."
"Anyway, as I was saying before my impromptu blackout a few moments ago, after my class I have to go study then later on this evening and tomorrow morning I'll be in rotation at Necker. But starting Thursday I'm free, since I'll be taking a few days off. I just need a little bit of a break, ya know to try and clear my head and regroup." Maggie offered with her inviting tilted grin.
"I do understand completely, Maggie. Will you be going away, to visit family or friends back home." Upon hearing the word home Maggie became a bit melancholy. Remembering her life with Bianca and Miranda and just how much she missed it.
"Uhm, no, I'm not going home. Listen, since I'm not going anywhere or don't have anything pressing to do for those few days how about you come over for dinner Friday night?" Maggie truly believed that this wasn't the best idea right now given her mindset was constantly focused on Bianca and with Mizette favoring the brunette so much...and well, the little brunette didn't want to say or do anything that would make Mizette uncomfortable. But, in a word Maggie was lonely and needed some type of companionship, closeness, she really doesn't want to hurt anyway, but.... "So, how about it, a good dinner and good conversation, come on...say yes." Smiling that smile.
"Oh, alright, I'm not busy Friday night anyway, I accept," the dark haired woman said happily with a smile.
"Great. I think we're gonna have a really good time, you'll see," Maggie declared with a slightly forced smile then turned to look out into the river and once again ruminate about Bianca.
to be cont...